As we walk toward the ornate double doors of the audience chamber, I look up to see a guard standing atop an elevated platform. He pulls on two heavy chains and giant gears begin to turn until finally, the doors open with a loud creak.
We step in and the guard announces our presence. "General Calais Parcell and Lady Lyrica Dunnett."
I lift my chin and scan the enormous hall, which is filled to capacity with people looking our way. High above us, the ceiling is adorned with intricate paintings that are illuminated by bright chandeliers. The walls are adorned with golden patterns but blocked from view in many places by citizens eager for a chance to speak with the King.
I am about to saunter to the right when the usherette gestures for us to move in front. The crowd disperses and lets us through. I even notice Eliana on the side with the other young ladies.
